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Chapter 58 ~WINTER'S POV~
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SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 59
A POLICE CAR IS PARKED IN THE driveway of a cozy bungalow. Three officers—Thompson, Rodriguez, and Jenkins—stand in the yard, their eyes scanning the area with a sense of confusion.It appears as though a wild celebration, orchestrated by Mother Nature herself, has taken place in the street. Shards of broken glass litter the pavement, sparkling like scattered diamonds. Streetlights lean precariously, as if they were tired partygoers, while the broken windows of nearby houses gape like stunned onlookers.Rodriguez, his mustache twitching, thoughtfully rubs his chin. "What on earth could have caused this disaster?" he wonders aloud.Officer Thompson, his wire-rimmed glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, raises his hands in resignation. "I'm at a loss! The locals are torn between a bomb blast and an earthquake. Your guess is as good as mine!"Jenkins, hands firmly on her hips, raises a skeptical eyebrow. "An earthquake? In our quiet little town? That’s hard to believe."Rodriguez fr
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 60
A PERSISTENT RAPPING ON THE DOOR slices through the silence, echoing in the quiet house. After a moment’s pause, the door groans open, and soft footsteps make their way to Winter’s bedside."Winter, honey," her mother calls gently, her hand landing on Winter's shoulder in a featherlight touch. Winter grimaces in her sleep, squirming and mumbling, her brow furrowing like a worried accountant’s."Winter!" Her mother's voice rises an octave, and her taps on Winter's shoulder intensify. Winter wakes with a gasp, her chest heaving like a marathon runner's. Her mother quickly envelops her in a tight embrace, her hand tracing soothing circles on Winter's back."Another bad dream, sweetie?" her mother whispers, her voice a salve to Winter's troubled spirit.Winter nods, her eyes wide as saucers. Her mother presses a hand to Winter's forehead. "You're burning up. Are you feeling okay?"Winter shakes her head vehemently as she recalls the paranormal events that transpired yesterday. She isn’t f
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 1 ~ Vivaldi's POV~
SO, HERE I AM, SPRAWLED OUT on this cold, damp cave floor, naked and vulnerable. My small hands are cuffed with massive chains, and as I try to move, I let out a groan that bounces off the cave walls like a wounded animal’s cry. My flesh and bones scream in unison, each one throbbing in agony. The keys to my freedom lay temptingly close on the gritty cave floor, but my hands are shaking, weighed down by the heavy chains and pulsating pain. I have to tough it out, waiting for my secret superpowers to kick in and patch me up. They’ll knit my broken bones, stitch my torn flesh, and ease that relentless, shrieking pain. The cave walls are splattered with dried blood, like some twisted abstract art gone haywire. Deep claw marks scar the stone surface, evidence of my, "Wolf" abilities. Finally, sweet relief washes over me! The pain ebbs away as my body miraculously knits itself back together. With a triumphant grunt, I grab the keys, fumble with the locks of the chains until they fal
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SO, THERE I AM, BLOOD RUNNING cold as ice, 'cause I know things are about to get as messy as a food fight in a cafeteria. I do that thing where I tilt my head, lips scrunching into a perfect 'O', trying to remember what I'd said about this guy. Oh, right—Mr. Bean Head and his shiny baldness. Yup, I'd stepped in it now, like a fresh pile of dog poo on a brand-new pair of sneakers. I let out a fake laugh, "I say, I want a mug of beer!" But he's not buying my little song and dance. Nope, not even for a hot second. His chest puffs up like a rooster about to crow as he growls, "No, no. What did you call me?" I cough, brain scrambling for an escape hatch. "Uh, I said, Mr. Blonde Head!" I lie through my teeth, praying he'll swallow it like a greedy bass at a fishing derby. This guy, bless his heart, looks utterly baffled as he stares at his reflection in a shiny bottle behind the bar, running a hand over his smooth scalp. "But… I'm not a blonde," he points out, his brow scrunched u
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 3 ~Vivaldi~
SO HERE I AM, FEELING like the cat that got the cream as I lap up the rich, honey-like blood. My serpentine tongue savors every sweet drop, like it's the nectar of the gods. I can't get enough, but eventually, the poor guy's body goes limp in my grasp, so I let him drop. His glassy eyes stare up at me, so I gently close them. I'm not a complete monster, you know? I let out a long, satisfied breath, then hop up onto the bar counter, my gaze sweeping over the rows of glittering bottles. So many choices! I can't decide which one to go for, so I do a little “eeny meeny miny moe” until my fingers land on a fancy-looking bottle of Johnnie Walker. “Aha!” I exclaim. The thick, curvaceous glass and the swirly pattern on the label catch my eye, so I figure, Why the heck not? I grab the bottle, jump back down to the ground, and crack it open. As I take a long, deep swig, the sweet, bubbly liquid dances on my tongue. I can't help but let out a contented sigh. “Next time, you won't argue with m
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 4 ~Casper~
THERE THEY ARE—THE GIRLS, standing still as statues with their jaws practically hitting the floor. Their eyes bug out like they've just walked into a palace straight out of some fairy tale. I come barreling down the stairs, like a whole stampede. The girls snap out of their daze, and their eyes dart to me, wide and unblinking like a pair of owls. I'm a hot mess—my heart's pounding, sweat's pouring down my face, and I'm pretty sure my hair's doing its best impression of a bird's nest. "I thank thee," I croak out, trying not to sound like a total weirdo. My heart swelled with appreciation, but I restrained myself from jumping up and down or hugging the daylights out of them. Still, I threw my arms around their shoulders, drawing them into a warm, friendly embrace. The girls tentatively pat my sweat-soaked back, their eyes darting between each other with raised eyebrows—it's pretty clear they're not used to random bear hugs from total strangers. I step back, flashing them a sheepish
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 5 ~Casper~
SCARLETT, WINTER, AND I GAB AWAY, laughing like a group of reunited chums. Their chatter fills the air, swirling with wonder and befuddlement. Scarlett sits cross-legged on the couch, her auburn hair cascading down her shoulders like a fiery waterfall. Winter leans in, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief as she whispers, “Hey, Casper, check this out! Our gal Scarlett couldn’t see the house from the outside. It’s like it was playing hide-and-seek—a master of disguise!” Scarlett throws her hands up in exasperation, her forehead wrinkling. “I know, I know! It’s absolutely bonkers!” “Maybe the house has been here all along, you know? Sometimes, we’re so caught up in our own thoughts that we miss what’s right in front of us.” Scarlett’s hazel eyes widen with excitement, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm, “It was like being in a movie, Casper!” She waves a sleek rectangular device, “My phone couldn’t even take a picture of the house at first—it was like technology gone haywire!” Wint
SNOW WHITE And The Supernaturals Of SHADOWVALE Chapter 6 ~Casper~
THERE I AM, SPRAWLED OUT on the floor like a sack of potatoes. My body, typically strong and powerful, now feels as heavy as a boulder. The realization suddenly hits me: even vampires, the ageless creatures of the night can't sustain their youthful appearance without a regular dose of blood. It appears my once reliable powers have decided to pack up and leave town. My arms and legs, usually the picture of strength and perfection, are now stiff like rocks, rendering me utterly helpless. My energy is evaporating into thin air, leaving me in quite the pickle. If only blood would just magically appear before me to quench my insatiable thirst. As I lie there, contemplating my unfortunate situation, the sun peeks through the window and bathes my pale skin in its warm, golden rays. Time seems to slow down as the sun leisurely makes its way across the sky, painting the world in shades of orange and pink as the day refuses to end. My mind is suddenly flooded with frantic thoughts. I'm overwh
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